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[sanura]

So, the German teacher played my performance of the Weill/Brecht Nazi's Wife Song in class. I told her she could. Hilariously, the guy in the class who knows me from Chorale, who is a freshman, thanked me for "singing with color". Because he "hates it when women sing without color". Okay. Thanks. The grad student violist seemed to appreciate it too, and stayed to talk after class about whether I do shows outside choirs still. I'll keep her in the loop.

Now, as before class, I am sitting in Coffeehouse IN FRONT OF A FIRE. Because that's how Coffeehouse rolls. The fireplace is functional. I think I may even take off my scarf.